Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Niger and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Popol Vuh,
Carl Craig,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Symarip,
Lou Reed,
Sex Pistols,
Ponytail,
The Tremeloes,
The Knickerbockers,
Aaron Thompson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul II Soul,
Kurtis Blow,
Colin Newman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Outsiders,
The Fall,
Susan Cadogan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vainqueur,
Los Fastidios,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
JFA,
Underground Resistance,
Anthony Braxton,
X-101,
Dawn Penn,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glambeats Corp.,
Connie Case,
Derrick Morgan,
UT,
Tres Demented,
Skriet,
Eve St. Jones,
John Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
The Golliwogs,
The Count Five,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siglo XX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Average White Band,
Andrew Hill,
Pagans,
Nas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.